Summertime and the traffic
“Summer,” said a friend who co-runs a restaurant,” seems like it started four hours ago.” That felt right for today is Thursday, and already the air is thicker. The dahlias finally got planted, and staked,then removed, and replanted. A funny story if you ask me in a few years. My favorite cartoon from the New Yorker is a man happily planting in a rooftop garden only to have his carrots stolen by a bunny with wings. This isn’t a non sequitor if you knew the story about the dahlias.
Later while eating ice cream with another friend, we heard the first “F-ck you” from the traffic whizzing by, screamed by a man in a car to another diver. What is summer then in a prettyhow tourist town than ice cream, neighbors, and traffic curse-outs?
But then there was the beach, the pretty beach with a shark warning, the ocean that seemed endless, the water that was cold, and the sand sticky on bare feet across the asphalt.